POETIC LIGHT

A Poem by Pash

I dedicate this poem to all writers who sometimes feel like giving up, poetry will never die in you.

Breathing deep i let my eyes navigate the blue skies,
My thoughts been sleeping a while, my brain's loudness gone for miles,
So now i feel such an empty vessel,
These words shadowed by the grays of my fading faith,
I'm sad.

The steaming cup of coffee too grows coldness in my hands,
Darkness creeping in, crickets chirping again,
The gone fondness of the evening breeze now provokes my agitation,
Will the stars pop up to see the strain of this dying dream?
Will the strikes of the cresent moon above weep with me during this solemn silence?
Will I rise from this creaking bench with a broken heart?

So I close my eyes and breath deep again,
A beat tunes within my fragmented soul,
I see a picture i painted when my years were little,
A good past, in this trying moment i must pass,
A good gift is seldom for my spirit, I'll crown you even if inside i'll be falling,
I'll get this little hope rejuvenated.

Yes,
I'm back to consciousness,
Let me have you sailed in my world of written thoughts,
Let me grasp you in this dimension of poetic light,
Let us prove strong to this looming darkness,
So we can be brewed in this moment that makes my thoughts seen on white,
Coz this dream has finally found it's path again.